Good evening, sir. Did you find everything okay?” Rohan asked, shifting forward a little as I heard the little sounds of the till above my head binging as he rang things up. Marin paused to reflect a bit on what her daughter was saying. Truth be told, Mika was right: my god, there were times when those Newports felt like her only friends and her only source of comfort. She had started smoking when she was 15. An only child, both her parents smoked, and quite literally every single adult relative smoked. Her mother was the eldest sister in her family, and the house was always full in aunts, uncles, cousins, and smoke. Marin in a weird way considered herself a smoker long before she mustered up the nerve to steal one of her mother's Salem Lights and run up to the bathroom to try it. Even while she endured a strong wave of nausea after just two inhales, she knew - those first two drags confirmed for her that she was not just someone who was trying smoking, but a smoker, probably for life. She grew increasingly bold in her pilfering, and soon realized that she was addicted - those days in school when the need gnawed at her, consumed her and kept her from concentrating on anything but that cigarette on the park bench as she walked home proved that. She was committed mentally and now physically to her cigarettes and they had already become her welcome friend and comfort. Over the next few years we made out a few times here and there, once while she was smoking again, but nothing beyond that ever happened. I feel like she just needed the confidence boost, but I was happy to provide it, given how much I fancied her and her smoking.

No? Honestly, I really don't," she confessed, "this is the first one I've had like in twenty years. Please don't say anything, people are all so judgmental these days. I'm sorry if it offends you." The cigar bopped away in her mouth as she did this, it moved left to right as her lips grip was relaxed and she had to re-grip it again. About 10 minutes later Laura stopped this. Her right hand cam up, took the cigar from her mouth and taped the ash off onto the floor. I can tell by the look on your face I just scared the shit out of you,” she said after she blew a stream of smoke across the room. “Don’t worry, none of what I saw made me want to run away. I think a lot of it was really interesting, and I want to know what parts are your favorite. Yeah, I can see that. I actually don't mind people smoking cigarettes, especially pretty women," he said, then blushed as he realized his comment. Jill returned his shy gaze, then slowly raised the nearly finished cigarette to her lips and took another drag. This time, she exhaled directly in his direction.I’ve never smoked but I had a really close friend that did for many years. She was pretty much the embodiment of sexy to me, though nothing romantic ever happened between us (I’m a lesbian, but she was not). I’m not sure if I developed a full on smoking fetish because of her, or if that is just what made it really take off. I currently cannot have an orgasm unless I’m at the very least thinking/imagining it now, something that is a little TOO dominating for my sex life to handle.

I thought so, but I just thought I’d ask,” she finally said, after we stared at each other on and off for a minute or so. Her reverie was interrupted by the ringing doorbell. With one last look in the mirror, she turned, left the master bedroom bathroom, and walked to the front door. Opening it, she saw her neighbor and husband's best friend Matt on the step. Standing nearly six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a slight middle-age paunch offset by his regular workouts, Matt was clean shaven, his big smile was accented by short salt and pepper hair cut short, nearly a buzz cut, and a tiny scar on his forehead from a minor surgical procedure. He wore a well fitted dust-streaked plaid shirt and faded Levis. Of course it is. It's just that I find women...especially confident, attractive women who don't actually smoke...are even hotter when they do it. Bluntly, it really turns me on to be with a woman who smokes during any sexual act," he replied. I mean, I get the whole health thing, and people hate the smell. I just find the smell of smoke intoxicating and appealing...and the sight of a hot woman lighting up is really arousing," he responded.Katie though for a second, her young mind thinking about what her mother asked. “Sure, I would like to be a grown up.” Well, you are kind. I appreciate you keeping my secret and sharing your thoughts with me," she patted his leg reassuringly. He blushed again. A few minutes later Laura was still smoking her cigar, the cigar was now about 6″ long, she held it in her mouth, her hands reached down, each hand grabbed a nipple and started to tease, rub and tug. Laura could feel the vibes of excitement running through her body. The cigar was drew on heavily as she did this. Her slim tiny lips wrapped around the cigar, her lip grip was tightened, she took a inhale of smoke, her lip grip was relaxed then a could of smoke drifted from her mouth. Marin was quietly impressed...one day in and Mika was firm. "It probably shouldn't surprise me," she thought to herself, "that kid is strong and knows herself." Now, seal your lips around the cigarette and bring the flame to the tip, if you're sure you want to do this," Marin said with a slight smile. "Now gently create some suction with your mouth and light up."